Horatio The hearers to collection. They aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which (as her winks and nods and gestures yield them) Indeed would make one think there would be thought, Read more about popup_note_index_item 4906
Hamlet the body. The king is a thing ... Guildenstern A thing, my lord? Hamlet Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after! [Exit.] Read more about popup_note_index_item 4904
Hamlet the body. The king is a thing ... Guildenstern A thing, my lord? Hamlet Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after! [Exit.] Read more about popup_note_index_item 4903
Hamlet The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing ... Read more about popup_note_index_item 4902
Hamlet I am glad of it. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Read more about popup_note_index_item 4901
